“We have time. Please tell me we have time.” She whispered in his ear, trying to slow her racing heart as her hands kneaded into his skin.
“Aye, leanabh, we have time.”
He went to roll her over and she protested. “Just let me touch you.”
He softened his grip and relaxed—as much as possible for a man going insane at a mere girl’s touch.
“As long as ye do no do what ye did last time.”
Skye smiled against his collarbone, remembering taking him into her mouth.
“But why?” She pouted, moving her hand down his chest to wrap around his cock, its size causing her to shiver in yearning.
“A man can handle only so much, lass.” He cupped her face and drew her eyes to his. “Where did ye learn sech things?”
She grinned. “I like to read.”
“Ye can read?”
When she nodded, his frown deepened.
“What manuscript has knowledge of that sort?”
Her eyes widened at her slip and she worried her lower lip.
“Well.” She dragged the word out. “It’s from something called the Kama sutra. That’s about all I know.”
“That’s all?”
She grinned wickedly and felt his cock jerk.
“It has pictures of different positions.” She squirmed teasingly. “This is one of them.”
Aiden groaned, his hips jerking against her.
Feeling the wetness between her thighs pleased him tremendously but he remained still, allowing her ministrations.
He was still cautious since she had been a virgin. His tastes ran dark and he preferred his women well accustomed to his type of sexual demands.
It had not taken him long to see the desire in her, she hadn’t backed down from his touch or kiss.
Instead, she had met him head on, begging for more.
He had chosen to ignore the signs of her innocence because of his desire for her and now here he was, eager to plunge inside her wet tightness.
“Ye need to have a care, lass. Ye will be sore.”
She seemed fascinated with his nipples, playing with them as they hardened, glancing up absently when she answered his comment.
“I am a fast healer, remember?”
“So ye say.” He grunted as he wedged a hand between their bodies and touched her mound.
Her moans of encouragement had him plunging a finger inside, gritting his teeth at the tightness, his cock growing heavy as she slowly rode his finger, little mews coming from her throat. He rasped his thumb over her swollen clit as he took her hair and forced her head up to meet his mouth, thrusting his tongue inside when she cried out.
“Please.” She begged.
“What be it, lass?” He asked, his words demanding an answer.
Unable to think past the need of him filling her, she could only moan.
His fingers caused sensations so pleasurable as to border on pain all around the opening of her cunt as his finger fucked her. Inserting another only made her arch into him as he stretched her, knowing he was preparing her.
“Tell me, leanabh, what be it ye want?” He asked as her juices ran down his hand.
“You, Aiden. Oh, God, you!” She cried as she rocked hard against his fingers, feeling the pressure building.
A third finger plunged inside and she trembled, lost to his will, wanting more.
“Put me inside, Skye, an ride me.”
Yes! Her mind screamed, wondering why she had not done just that.
Skye took him in hand, her passion overriding some of her fears of his size and the pain she had felt the first time.
His hands on her hips kept her from thrusting his cock inside her quickly and she was inwardly pleased even as her body screamed for more.
When the head of Aiden’s cock entered her, she gasped at the feeling, her hands moving to his chest as she raised herself up, slowly easing him in.
Her breathing quickened as he stretched her impossibly wider, amazed at the feeling of pleasure-pain his steady entry caused, craving more, asking him for more.
When he eased out, her eyes flew open and she looked at him, begging.
“No! No please, Aiden, inside.”
She tried to force herself down over his shaft as she begged but his hands kept her at his will.
We watched her eyes darken with desire and a sheen of sweat formed over his skin at his restraint. No matter how much he wanted to ram into her, he had to remember she had been a virgin and needed to be eased into the pleasure slowly so she could grow accustomed to his size.
“We have time, ghaol.” He assured her even as he gritted his teeth.
“I know.” She moaned as he slid in further and she wept at the feeling of being filled, stretched. Searing pleasure burned through her. “But it hurts, it hurts so good and I want more. I want more, Aiden.”
She wiggled demandingly in his hands causing him to allow her to sink down further.
“Yes, yes.”
She bent down and bit his chin, took his lower lip and pulled, her body trying desperately to find completion. She was burning and only knew that he could help ease the fires.
“Now, damn you.” She sucked at his lower lip in frustration, no longer caring, angry then he wasn’t giving her what she wanted. “Stop doing this to me.”
“Aye, lass. To both of us.” He thrust up and he took her hips, pulling her down to burying himself deep inside her.
Her body arched up and she cried out as her world disappeared into arcs of pure sensation.
“Oh!”
He stayed still, trying not to explode in the tight sheath of her womb but she was grinding against him, fighting his strong grip, mewling words he couldn’t understand.
Gathering what was left of his control, he eased his hands from her hips, allowing her to move when she was ready.
She instantly swiveled her pelvis and gasped at the feeling of ecstasy when he hit something inside her.
She moved again, testing different ways, leaning forward to scatter kisses on his stubbled chin, sitting up a little as she rocked her hips, riding the tide of pleasure every movement brought her.
When he took her hips and lifted her then brought her down hard on him, she knew she was lost. She sat up using her knees and thighs to help him quicken the pace, her hands kneading like a cat on his chest, mouth open as she tried to draw in air.
Balls tightening in demand, he slammed into her, forcing her to take him deeper, the sound of her wetness as his cock rammed in and out drove him wild.
Aiden felt her spasms gripping him as she approached her climax and he slipped a finger between them to flick over a clit soaked with her honey.
She was on fire as sweat from her pores dripped down her arms while she strained against him, reveling in the way he controlled her and his powerful thrusts. The way he kept hitting something deep inside her making the throbbing pleasure almost unbearable and yet she still fought to have him deeper, fanning the flames that licked through her veins to gather around her sensitive cunt, expanding, contracting.
When his thumb scraped over her clit, she gasped as her breath left her and the flames swept through in an inferno of ecstasy.
She held onto his forearms as he pounded into her, causing her orgasm to continue to build. She cried out his name, unable to catch her breath as wave after wave of sensations pounded from her cunt to every nerve ending of her body.
Aiden felt Skye’s contractions squeeze his cock and could not hold back his own, his balls tightened painfully and he thickened even more.
Fingers digging into her thighs, Aiden thrust once more into her womb and let go his seed, growling as he felt her hot core tighten around his staff.
Skye collapsed on him, exhausted and feeling wonderfully complete. She could still feel him inside as her muscles twitched in the aftermath of her orgasm.
She closed her eyes in contentment as his arms came around her, his heart tickled as it pounded against her ear, their sweat and ju
ices mingling as their breathing returned to normal.
When the air cooled the sweat from their skin, she lifted her head and kissed him lightly on the lips.
“Thank you.”
He looked into her eyes and watched the emotions flickering through them before she lowered her gaze and slipped off, hating every moment she felt him slide from her.
He caught her arm before she could rise to her feet.
“We have time.”
She shook her head.
“It won’t make it any easier.” Looking into his eyes, feeling the warmth of his skin, she searched his face. “Will it?”
“Nay, lass, twilna.”
Gritting her teeth, she nodded before looking away and unsteadily began to climb to her feet when he grabbed her upper arm and pulled her back to him.
“But it makes me feel good an tis all that matters right now.”
* * *
They traveled in silence, Skye held between his legs as his tartan kept her close to his chest, his smell sinking into her pores while Sileas ran a short distance ahead, sniffing at everything before looking up to ensure they were close, then heading off to investigate more.
The sun barely peeked through dark clouds overhead, matching her depressed mood.
The closer they got to the distant woods the worse she felt and it had nothing to do with the rising fog.
Neither said anything.
He knew by her pensive nature and the emotions flashing across her face that she was sorting through conflicting thoughts, but every time she went to say something, she stopped herself.
Trying to remain relaxed, Aiden worried over her behavior, hoping it was as simple as she made it sound.
When she sought silence in his arms and pressed back into his loose embrace, he wrapped her closer as the fog thickened, not seeing the tears that began to fall.
Even though it took several hours of traveling, each lost in their own thoughts, all too soon they found themselves in front of the tree that Seelie had fought and killed the cougar.
Aiden saw the barely discernible signs his men had left for him as they approached their destination. His body felt laden down with discontent as he kept his eyes open to their surroundings and any sign from Sileas that there may be others not known in the area.
Stopping his horse in front of the mound they had buried the cougar, he sat still, his arms loose about her for long moments until she took a deep breath then shifted.
He helped ease her from the horse, jaw clenched to keep from saying anything, and watched as she walked to the tree, seemingly reluctant as the fog swirled around her body, and gingerly stepped over some mushrooms.
She stood there looking down, drawing in deep breaths. When she looked up, he wondered at the sadness in her eyes but refused to look around as long as the dog was quiet.
“You should leave now.”
“Leave ye here, alone?” He asked incredulously.
“It won’t be for long.” She smiled sadly, wondering if she was right, hoping she was wrong, and hating herself for the guilt eating at her.
They stared at each other as the fog continued to grow thicker, then he nodded curtly, knowing his men were close in case something happened.
He turned his horse and slowly guided it away, refusing to look over his shoulder as he waited for Skye to call out for his return and explain all his questions away.
Aiden kept moving even when Sileas began growling.
The hairs on the back of his neck rising with alarm and his heart rate picked up as the dog started running around his steed then took off behind him. He tried to twist around to look but could not see clear enough in the fog.
Just before Sileas started barking in earnest, he swore he could hear Skye call him.
Aiden whipped around and raced back but she wasn’t there.
Jumping off his horse and drawing his sword, he called out her name, damming the fog.
In moments, his men joined him having heard his shout.
“Watch where ye step, I want someone to see if they can find footprints—now!” He ordered as he tried to peer through the fog.
“What be wrong with Sileas?” Collin asked.
They stared at the hound as he continued to bark at the spot Skye had stood.
Aiden watched as Keir knelt down and picked something up to look at before the man stood and walked over to Aiden, holding it out in his hand.
Aiden took it. “The ring she wore on her thumb.”
Then the words he didn’t understand became clear.
“Pray I can return for this, Aiden.”
Chapter Seven
Skye fell to her knees, her equilibrium off and stomach rolling. She covered her face waiting for it to go away, thankful it wasn’t as bad as the last time.
Just when she was being grateful for twenty-first century heat, she glanced to the left and stared right into a stone fireplace, embers from the dying fire burning inside.
Frozen in place, she looked around, blinking back the dizziness and refusing to believe the things she saw even as his scent filled her lungs and made her body ache for his embrace and for a moment, she thrilled that she was still in Aiden’s time.
Then guilt swamped her and reality set it.
“No way.” Pushing up on unsteady feet, she took in Aiden’s bedroom, turning in a slow circle. “No fucking way.”
Her mind went blank and all she could do was shake her head. She stood there blinking, unsure what to do for long moments before she snapped out of it and quickly turned.
Sinking to her knees before the fireplace, Skye added twigs and hay from the box next to her.
As they caught, she added logs, lots of them.
When the fire was strong and she no longer worried it would go out, she cleared her mind and willed her heart to slow down, then called for her sister, praying as time went by that Sarah would hear her and appear.
“Skye!”
She jumped at the sound of her name. “Sarah!”
“Where are you?”
“It didn’t work. I tried, Sarah, honest I did! I got to the forest with the fairy circle and I said the spell verbatim—I swear! And all it got me was back to the keep.”
“That’s okay, baby.”
“No, it’s not, the baby and Doug—”
“No, Skye, listen to me. It’s okay. Doug needs to talk to you and you need to listen very closely.”
Skye frowned more confused than ever. “Okaay.”
“Skye?”
She looked as Doug’s face came into the flames. “Yes?”
“Listen to me, Skye. You need to save the baby.”
Throwing up her hands, she wanted to cry her frustrations.
“I know that, but I can’t get home. That’s what I was trying to tell Sarah, I tried, I did! But all it got me was a big fat nothing!”
Sarah stepped in to calm her. “And that’s a good thing.”
Wondering if traveling via magic had fried her brains somehow, Skye shook her head.
“You’re not making any sense.”
“We know, just listen and trust us.”
Skye sat there as Doug explained he had been going back through the records of his family history. Because of Skye being in the fifteenth century, he went to the beginning of his manuscripts, just as something to do to keep him occupied with all the turmoil going on in their lives, and he’d found a reference to a woman who’d shown up out of nowhere and saved her unborn baby’s life.
“The pregnant woman’s name was—is—Anna Rander, wife of Collin Rander and the daughter of Elizabeth and Dougal MacGregor.”
“Aiden’s sister?” Skye asked in wondered shock.
“Yes!” Doug answered. “My family tree begins with the writings from Elizabeth Gordon who marries Dougal. I followed quickly to my great, great uncle, which was when the books ended.”
He paused and Skye watched as he scooted closer to the flames in his excitement.
“We believe, if you can
save the baby, you save my entire history. Without that baby there is no family tree.”
The enormity of it hit Skye and she fell back on her haunches. “Sarah loses you and the baby.”
“That is what we believe.” He quietly confirmed, sitting back.
Skye nodded, still dazed by what she’d been told. Long moments passed as she absorbed the information.
“Okay.” She said distractedly as she rose to her knees, her gaze fixed on the floor as her mind whirled with the new information before returning determinedly back to the fire. “I can take care if this.”
When she saw Sarah visibly relax and Doug smile, she nodded, relaxing somewhat herself.
Standing, she told them she would contact them as soon as possible.
As they faded away, she strode to the door and slipped out of Aiden’s chambers, thankful is was quiet.
Leaning against his bedroom door, she sighed. There was no way Skye could dare tell them what happened the last time she tried to save Anna’s baby, she was hopeful everyone believed as Aiden did and that she was trying to help. The question of how they would react after it was done was still unanswered.
Or was it?
It had to be in the book. After all, he would have told her if anything bad happened to her.
Wouldn’t he?
His child’s life was a stake and that could make a man do many things.
Skye shook her head.
Not Doug.
He would tell her, or at least warn her . . . give her options.
She was turning to reenter the room when a voice stopped her.
“You!”
“Oh, Lord.” Skye muttered when confronted by Riona.
“Where do you think you are going?” Riona demanded as she pulled Skye away from the door.
There was no way she could explain this.
“We were told you ran away. Aiden and his men went after you. You were hiding here the entire time.” She eyed Skye suspiciously. “Why?”
This was so not good, so she glared at Riona. “I don’t need to answer to you. I am going to go see Anna.”
“No you are not, you were going into Aiden’s chambers and I want to know why.”
“I don’t have to answer to you.” Skye repeated as she glared at the busybody, her mind whirling with what to do.
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